Here's the story
I work as a security guard at a parking lot, 24 hours on, 72 hours off. My wife, Lena, works as a salesperson, two days on, two days off. So, we don't see each other every day, and sometimes either I or she gets asked to cover a coworker's shift. It happens that we don't see each other for three or four days. Lena is my only happiness in life. A buxom blonde, modest, a good homemaker, attentive—in short, I'm very lucky with my wife.
Recently, I came home after my shift, and it was my wife's second day off, and she wanted to spend it productively. On top of that, a friend bought a brand new limousine and invited us to check it out. Lena really wanted to go, and I gave in, despite not having slept for 24 hours. We agreed
we'd just go for a short while, purely symbolically. We hadn't gone out together anywhere in a long time.Lena generally likes to wear short skirts and blouses with deep necklines, and today she dressed up in some recent purchases I was seeing for the first time: a strict skirt with a side slit on the left leg, a blouse with an open midriff and a large décolletage. In this outfit, she looked super sexy.
When we arrived, people were already celebrating Serega's new acquisition. Serega is that very friend. He immediately led us to the lot where the limousine was parked. Yeah, the car was cool, no doubt. Today, champagne was flowing like a river. I'm not particularly fond of this drink, but there was no way out—it was a celebration. I noticed that from the moment we appeared, Serega became even more cheerful, taking every opportunity to sneak glances into the neckline of my wife's blouse.
I chalked it all up to his overflowing emotions. This went on for a while until the invited guests started to leave. When very few people remained, Serega suggested checking out the car from the inside, sitting there, and having some champagne there. In the limousine, instead of the back seat, there was a very soft leather sofa, and everyone wanted to sit on it. Lena and I were standing closest to the doors and immediately jumped onto the middle of the sofa. Lena sat to my right, Serega squeezed in to her right, and Max sat on the armrest of the sofa to my left. We laughed for a long time, drank the never-ending champagne, and were genuinely envious of Serega. I was stroking the legs and stomach of my beloved, noticing that Serega didn't stop devouring with his eyes the breasts of my Lena, which were swaying from laughter. He was watching the movements of my hand, probably wishing his hand were there instead of mine.
Time was taking its toll, and I felt myself starting to pass out. Just imagine, 24 hours on my feet without sleep, and then champagne, a soft sofa, and warmth. In short, I soon completely slumped. I only half-opened my sleepy eyes, veiled in a white haze, when someone got up from the sofa or settled in more comfortably.
Seeing my condition, Serega didn't miss the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. As soon as he noticed that I had leaned back and my hand had slid down, and Lena hadn't yet noticed this, he simply continued the gentle caresses of her beautiful legs. Lena didn't even notice that a different hand was now stroking her. With each movement, she became more and more aroused. Another time, half-opening my eyes, I saw my friend's hand on my wife's leg, but, thinking it was a dream, I immediately fell back asleep. Serega decided not to drag out this procedure and gradually began to move his hand higher and higher. His hand had already reached the slit in the skirt and was stroking my wife's bare legs. Deciding not to stop there, he gently ran his hand over her stomach and placed his hand on her right breast. Lena turned to me and froze.
I was sleeping soundly, but someone was stroking her! Noticing this reaction, Serega simply immediately slipped his hand into the neckline of the blouse and lightly squeezed her left breast with his palm. Lena quietly exhaled. She was highly aroused, I was asleep... She was in turmoil, but not for long. Serega didn't give her time to think; he was already slowly unbuttoning her blouse, stroking her tummy. And she gave in! Desire took hold of her, and she no longer thought about anything or anyone. She simply surrendered to the impulse of passion. Lena carefully turned her back to Serega, pressing her luxurious ass firmly against his straining organ, and he, feeling permission for everything, began to kiss her neck, her earlobes, while his hands stroked her velvety skin. And then his hand smoothly slid into the slit of the skirt and slipped under the elastic to her most intimate place, where there was a lot of moisture. Lena was wet.
From the touch of his fingers to her swollen lips, she jerked and began to breathe deeper.
From these movements, I opened my eyes again and saw my friend's hands wandering over my wife's beautiful body. Slowly, through my drowsiness, I still realized that this was, after all, not a dream. At first, I was seized with indignation, but upon seeing the satisfied face and desire-filled eyes of my wife, I was seized with wild excitement, and I decided to simply continue pretending to be asleep and observe what was happening.
Max also decided to participate in this. He approached from the front and helped Lena get rid of the interfering bra, at which point her firm, size-three breasts jumped right into Serega's hands. He began actively kneading them and gently squeezing her nipples, which immediately swelled and stood erect. Meanwhile, Max slipped his hands under her skirt, removed her lace panties, and approached the entrance to her cave with his cock. I saw how the head of his cock slowly parted the petals of the beautiful bud and sank in there, gradually sucking in the entire reproductive organ.
After a couple of minutes, her movements quickened, and she, leaning back, cried out, forgetting about my presence, so great was her arousal. No one could withstand this, and Serega was no exception. He began to cum right inside her, as there was no way to pull his cock out. She felt his cock pulsing inside her and semen shooting like a fountain, and from this, the orgasm shook her even more intensely for several minutes.
Lena went limp and collapsed on the sofa next to me. Her heart was beating rapidly, her hair was scattered on the sofa, and the sharp smell of someone else's semen hung in the air. Serega remained in his place, only now he was in a daze. Max, from what he saw, got aroused again and began to caress my wife's body, sprawled on the sofa, including her labia, to which he paid special attention. After ten minutes of such caresses, Lena was ready to continue this orgy.
It seemed as if her hole wasn't satisfied with his 22-centimeter cock and she wanted to swallow him whole. On the other side, Serega, lightly pressing on her head, drove his cock right into her throat, so that it went in all the way to his balls. Yeah, when I fuck Lena from behind, she always takes my thumb in her mouth and sucks it, apparently fantasizing, and now her fantasies had become reality. My cock almost burst from such a sight! Lena's body was so heated, and there was so much lubrication between her legs, that Max stopped for a moment, pulled out his cock, and decided to move to more intimate relations. He lubricated her anus (well, his cock was already all slimy anyway) and pressed it against the brown spot. Lena jerked; we rarely practiced this type of sex, but she was powerless to resist the onslaught.
Max slowly entered her to the full length and immediately began to cum, unable to withstand such tight embraces of her anus. Hot fluid poured into my wife's rectum. She moaned. Serega continued to fuck her mouth with increasing tempo. That's it, holding back was no longer possible, and he cums right into the mouth of my beloved. There was so much semen that it didn't fit in her mouth and flowed out in cloudy streams down her chin and dripped onto the leather sofa. Everyone fell onto the sofa, exhausted... Lena was lying next to me again, her hair fell on my face, and I felt that somehow semen had gotten into it too. After about 30 minutes, Serega gently nudged Lena and led her to the shower. Then they disappeared from my field of vision. Max got up and also left the car, waiting for the shower to free up. He had to wait quite a while; apparently, the session continued in the shower. Of course, I couldn't sleep after everything that had happened, so as soon as everyone had washed up, I waited a little longer and also left the limousine, trying to make my face look sleepy. Lena was cheerfully talking to Serega about something as if nothing had happened, while Max sat silently to the side.
Seeing me, Lena fell silent and asked if I had slept well and if I was ready to go home. I said I was ready. I decided to try to simply forget everything that had happened, but upon seeing Serega's satisfied face, I understood that now, every time I meet him, I will remember this evening.
When we got home, I didn't demand sex or explanations from my wife; I just crashed to sleep. Starting the next day, a new life began. I began to openly stare at women's exposed charms, and over time, I forgave my wife, as now not a trace of my fidelity remained either.